Having finally returned to just being herself-- the two previous Rachels having become one once again-- Rachel was neither sulking at the bottom on the bubble nor raging, yelling, or banging against it.

Of course, she was certainly still pissed.

Leaning against the side of the bubble, she was glaring at nothing in particular while she thought. If she could somehow find a way out of there-- which she kind of doubted-- that'd be great. She wanted away from everyone, so she could go do something, at least. Maybe figure out what the hell was happening. She remembered splitting in two-- but now she couldn't remember why she had done that. So even she had to kind of admit that something was wrong here.

Basically? This sucked.